As parents, it’s natural to want to provide and do everything for your kids. But doing so might end up being counterproductive. No matter how painful it is to watch your children struggle with new chores the first few times, fight the urge to do it for them. Asking your kids – even the little ones – to help around the house is the best and most effective way to teach them about responsibility.Continue Reading →
I have written a lot in the past about the habits and commitments I plan for each year (that I think would be pretty rad for any single mum really – check them out here and here). But never have I written about HOW I plan out a successful year.Continue Reading →
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Who said getting rid of head lice was hard? Well, to be honest, a few months ago it would have been me! But now I know it doesn’t have to be at all.
The truth is, the idea of our kids getting head lice doesn’t have to be scary. Nor does it need to be embarrassing. It is a part of childhood that is hard to avoid and very common in school-age children. In fact, over 50% of Australians* are affected by head lice over their lifetime.
And once you know the steps to navigate a head lice situation – it’s a pretty easy process.Continue Reading →
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Head lice. As a parent, those words are enough to make your skin crawl (no pun intended). If you’re anything like me, you probably have at least one childhood head lice memory. And chances are, getting rid of them is not a nice memory.
I have a very clear memory of myself sitting on a chair in our courtyard of the terrace we lived in in Chippendale in inner Sydney. My mum is painstakingly shampooing my hair with a disgusting smelling substance and my hair ended up so matted that it literally took hours to comb it out with that fine-toothed comb. It hurt. A LOT. And I have very fine hair. If your hair is curly? I can’t even imagine. Continue Reading →
When my daughter was 6 weeks old she was airlifted to a Newborn Intensive Care Unit to receive life-saving treatment. Over a three-week admission, I was told that my precious first-born baby was blind, developmentally delayed and reliant on medications to survive. My world became consumed by medical and therapeutic intervention and my role as Mama transitioned to carer, tube feeding specialist and ‘nappy-weigher’. Her dad battled with the devastating news that his baby girl was nothing like we’d imagined. Despite the hardships we faced through the first year of her life I was confident our relationship would withstand the turmoil.
But I was wrong.Continue Reading →